woman-skin red from the bath, blossoming and soft like a flower: sits there in a blue skirt wide yellow t-shirt, and her hair is gold smoothed ceramic, her earrings bobble and jiggle blue when she moves as if amused - she looks soothed by the evening sun on her back delicate, her bare feet on the rug are scarlet, and scarlet is her love: the blood-pain painted blue against the skynext poem